Heartstrings

Sometimes I wonder

if I could climb the strings that tug at my heart.

I wonder if I could hear their whispers

as they pass through the trees,

on their journey to my soul.

If I tried listening,

really listening,

could my heartstrings bear some profound truth

like rays of light that shatter the darkness

with promises of eternal peace?

Or is it all just white noise?

If I tried looking,

really looking,

could I climb my heartstrings with the weight of all that I know,

and all that I don’t know?

Would I then find peace?

Or would I just fall

to pieces.